but I'm scrolling through pagesand pages of my friends' tripea shopped photo of a repulsive homemade omelet a muddled political rant an update about a vacation I don't care about from a couple I forget having metand then, like a shark too smart to fall for the bait but longing to be caught,I'm clicking links of vapid headlines not worth recounting,desperate to experience anything besides swimming another lap in the same lonely circlewhen I inevitably find myself coming back to photos of us here, with your windblown hair whipping my facehere, with your younger face nuzzled against mine --I can still feel your touch when I see you here, flying towards me at the speed of lightthough we will never see each other in a thousand years.

I'd rather be outsidesitting with you on the ledge of that castlewherever that wasthan stumbling through the graveyard of our liveswherever this is.